Though I find true happiness
In the arms of a charming grace
The torture of Loneliness remains
For She, my dreams, my love
Is not near to reach.

Though my heart revels with content
My never-ending nightmares sustains
For She, my hope, my destiny
Is but still not within my grasp.

Though my soul rolls in sheer fantasy
My dreaded Darkness still glooms
For She, my candle, my light
Is not close to my embrace.